After driving away the Dark Knight, the middle-aged man and woman stood in front of the girl, guarding against Han Ming. High-speed updates
Looking at these three celestial beings, Han Ming was thoughtful.
This girl is not very old, but her strength is staggering.
Seeing that he is only ten years old, he is actually an eighth-level and first-level super master.
Judging from the clothing, he should be a presiding judge.
With the side understanding of the Holy See, Han Ming already knew some of these situations.
The presiding judge brought two holy light knights to the sub-demon world. Who was it for?
Who are they trying to capture? The meat-selling elder Moore? The scumbag? Or the celestial being captured by the Dark Holy See?
The eighth section chief judge personally took action. There must be a big traitor in the Holy See.
Han Ming wanted to ask, but he also knew that the internal regulations of the Holy See were very strict, and it was impossible to tell him, an outsider.
These three people are very powerful. If they were not seriously injured, the seven seventh-level dark knights would not be enough to look at them.
If he could win them over to help him break into the headquarters of the Dark Holy See, he would be more confident.
Han Ming didn't know whether these people were enemies or friends for a while, and it was difficult to ask them directly.
At this time, both sides were secretly thinking about countermeasures.
In the end, Han Ming finally suppressed his curiosity and desire and did not ask for help.
I am not in a hurry to contact them. As long as these three guys are still in the sub-demon world, they will definitely cause quite a stir.
The three celestial beings are like a bright light in the dark night, attracting the powerful firepower of the demon soldiers wherever they go.
Don't be in a hurry.
Han Ming thought of this, nodded slightly to the three of them, and turned around.
Seeing Han Ming walking away, the girl's expression suddenly darkened.
"Lord Judge, all the hundred seventh-level Holy Light Knights we brought this time are here.
Listen to my advice and we will return to heaven immediately.
This is not the place for us to stay. With the strength of the three of us, it is impossible to move even an inch in the sub-demon world."
The middle-aged man said.
The girl frowned and said firmly: "No! The laws of the Holy See do not tolerate blasphemy!
Rachel, the traitor, defected to the sub-demon world. Did she think she could escape punishment?
I will never look back until I take him down!!"
The middle-aged man and woman looked at each other and sighed.
The girl looked at Han Ming's leaving figure and pondered for a long time.
I thought to myself, who is this person? As a demon soldier, he is abnormally helping himself, a member of the Holy See.
It's so unreasonable.
Is there any secret in this?
Could it be a trap set by the Dark Holy See?
The more she thought about it, the more the girl felt that this possibility was very high.
"Hurry up, there are still seven days until the third floor entrance opens. The third floor entrance opens, we will enter immediately."
The girl said without a doubt.
The middle-aged men and women were relatively speechless.
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Returning to the tribe, the Broken Colorful Butterfly was sitting in the thatched hall, playing with the guzheng he took out from the storage bag left by Han Ming.
I have to say that this woman's talent is indeed very good, and she seems to have completely mastered the use of the guzheng.
But without a score, she couldn't play a complete piece.
It seems to be imitating Han Ming's Canghai Yiyixiao that day, but it is only two or three points similar.
As soon as they arrived in front of the thatched hall, Han Shuang greeted him.
"You're back."
Han Ming smiled and nodded.
Turning around, I saw Xiaojian lying on the straw mat, sleeping soundly.
The woman glanced sideways at Han Ming but said nothing.
Han Shuang asked: "How is the progress?"
She actually didn't know what Han Ming was doing when he went out this time, but she didn't care about that.
As long as Han Ming can come back well, nothing will matter.
Han Ming smiled: "It's okay."
With that said, he stepped into the thatched hall.
The little bitch scratched his head, turned over and continued to sleep.
Han Ming smiled and sat down.
"There are still seven days until the third floor entrance is open.
We must enter the third floor by then.
You two should prepare in advance."
Of course this is meant for women.
The woman glanced sideways at Han Ming again, but still didn't speak.
Han Ming nodded and sat cross-legged.
"Are you tired? Do you want to eat something?" Han Shuang asked with concern.
Han Ming was thinking about the three celestial beings and calculating the purpose of these three people coming to the sub-demon world.
He shook his head: "I won't eat. Take a good rest these days."
"Take off your shirt." Han Shuang said.
She had already seen the damaged skin on Han Ming's body, but it looked like it was caused by the release of magic rather than being injured by someone.
So I wasn't too worried.
Han Ming took off his shirt at a glance. The flesh and blood on his body had festered, but it was not as severe as before.
It seems that the effect of the medicine Han Shuang adjusted last time is quite obvious.
After applying the medicine, the herbal hall suddenly became quiet.
Han Ming took a deep breath and lit three sticks of incense.
Xin said that the completed demon arm on the water curtain scroll was actually his secret weapon.
But this thing doesn't seem to be very stable.
Once used once, it cannot be used a second time.
Because after all, the devil's arms are not a uniquely intelligent thing, they are just a pair of arms.
Although he can create a mountain peak out of thin air and make it exist forever.
That's because the mountain itself is a dead thing and does not consume any energy.
But the devil's arm is completely different, it contains powerful dark power.
This dark power began to be released in large quantities from the moment the demon arm appeared.
After the power is consumed, the demon arm will naturally become useless.
And it was impossible for Han Ming to stuff the demon arm back into the water curtain scroll.
In this way, the energy on the demon's arm is quantified, and it is not a complete demon.
It cannot automatically replenish energy. Once it is used up, it will be useless.
Thinking of this section, Han Ming lowered his head and pondered for a while. The water curtain scroll was very huge.
Why don't you make a few more demon arms yourself.
After entering samadhi last time, Han Ming discovered that not only his original strength would increase as he entered samadhi.
Even the fit between the body and the strength is increasing. Although this process is still slow, it is much faster than letting one's body automatically adapt to the strength.
Han Ming also understood that his strength was at an extremely embarrassing period at this time.
Although he possesses such a powerful awakening original skill, his own strength cannot keep up with this powerful awakening skill.
This skill of creating all things is horrifying to say the least, almost equivalent to a divine skill.
People who can master such powerful skills should at least be at the top of the world.
But Han Ming now only has the seventh level and second level, which is equivalent to a child guarding a super cannon.
I still don’t understand many things, and I still can’t operate them completely.
But his body can't keep up with his own strength.
Strength cannot keep up with skills, and passion cannot keep up with strength.
This situation is really embarrassing and weird. It must be that Han Ming is the only one in this world.
Thinking of this, Han Ming felt a slight headache.
Only by letting ** adapt to the strength first can we further delve into skills.
The road I have to go is actually still very long.
Unrolling the water curtain scroll, Han Ming entered a state of trance again, and started writing quickly with the ice pen in his hand.
Han Shuang was waiting beside him with a calm look on his face, helping Han Ming drive away mosquitoes from time to time.
There are really a lot of mosquitoes in the sub-demon world, and sometimes they come in swarms and densely packed.
Moreover, these mosquitoes are much stronger than those in the human world.
Not to mention ordinary people, even a human of two or three levels of strength would probably die if bitten by these mosquitoes.
Fortunately, Han Ming and others are very strong and have basically ignored these little pests.
However, Han Shuang's move was only a subconscious action, and she didn't care too much.
During these seven days, everyone spent their time in peace and quiet.
In these seven days, it seems that everyone's mood has undergone some slight changes.
In the sub-demon world, it seems that none of these people have experienced such a day.
Needless to say, Han Shuang, the Colorful Butterfly of Destruction, was so powerful that he probably only focused on cultivation on weekdays.
There is also little opportunity to completely relax and experience life.
The same is true for Han Ming. He has forgotten how long he has forgotten the war and feels so relaxed.
Due to Han Ming, these people gained some insights during the seven days.
The end of the seven days was getting closer and closer, and Han Ming could clearly feel the reluctance in Han Shuang and the woman's eyes.
This discovery made Han Ming very happy.
As long as you are attached, you will definitely understand how important and desirable peace is.
Of course Han Shuang did it because it was rare to get along with Han Ming, and it was also because it was rare for a woman to get close to Xiao Jian.
The arrival of the last day means that this quiet period is coming to an end.
For a moment, both women had some thoughts in their minds.
Perhaps it would be a good destination to just live this kind of peaceful life in the future.
Han Ming smiled and stood up. In the past seven days, he created three more pairs of demon arms at extremely fast speeds.
And it only lasted five days. In the last two days, I felt completely calm and enjoyed myself.
"Everyone, seven days have passed, and tomorrow is the day when the entrance to the third floor will be opened.
I know everyone is reluctant to leave, but there is no other way.
A lot of things still need to be done.”
As he said that, Han Ming looked at the woman. During these seven days, Han Ming had intended to give her the Flower of Life and Death.
But after much deliberation, I gave up the idea.
This woman was very scheming, and Han Ming still couldn't completely trust her.
Even if I am a villain once, I have to do this for the sake of the big plan.
Han Shuang sighed softly and looked at Han Ming reluctantly: "I don't know when I will be able to live such a peaceful life again."
Han Ming smiled and said: "Don't worry, I promise I will."
A group of four people immediately embarked on the journey.
The woman had a small thing that looked like a honeycomb, but the hole was larger and the volume was larger.
The hundreds of thousands of colorful butterflies of destruction are usually kept by her in this honeycomb, and can be easily released when needed.
Xiao Jian sat on Han Ming's shoulder, swaying his feet back and forth. This kid was always very nervous.
He doesn't care about the sub-demon world or the human world. To use the little bitch's words, if there is meat, eat it, and if there are enemies, kill them.
The four people appeared at the entrance on the third floor a day later, and the sky was slightly brighter at this time.
But what surprised Han Ming was that they had arrived a few hours in advance, and the entrance to the third floor was already open!
And it looks like it's almost closed.
"Eh?? Why did the entrance to the third floor open so early?" Han Shuang said in surprise.
Han Ming frowned, thinking that this time he came, he had expected that the three heavenly beings would enter the third floor.
I originally thought that we would meet here, but it seems that the situation in front of us must be caused by those three heavenly beings.
They didn't know how to open the entrance in advance.
"Quick! The entrance is closing!"
Han Ming shouted hurriedly and rushed into the third floor entrance first.
Han Shuang and the woman also rushed in one after another.
When the four people just disappeared, the entrance was completely closed.
"This is the third level of the sub-demon world..."
Han Ming looked at the world in front of him, and the environment here was even worse than he expected.
Like the second floor, large swaths of black ashes fell in the air, and there were faint sparks flickering in these ashes.
It looked like it had just been burned.
The ground was covered with a thick layer of ash, and there were signs of burning everywhere.
More than 80% of the places on the ground had sparks shining, and occasionally small flames were burning.
It seemed like a battlefield where a fierce battle had just taken place, with thick black smoke everywhere.
In front of me, behind me, and in the sky, the thick smoke may be thin or thick, and there are countless of them.
"It's like a world completely burned to death by fire..."
Han Ming took a deep breath.
There was heavy haze in the air, which made people's lungs hurt when they took a breath.
Moreover, the mutated dark power in the sky is much stronger than the previous two layers.
"These three floors are dozens of times larger than the first and second floors.
The headquarters of the Dark Holy See is located in the central area of the third floor. The closer it is to the center, the stronger the defensive power of the Dark Holy See and the magic soldiers.
We are at the edge of the extreme west at this time, and it still takes a long way to enter the central yang area.
That's not all. There are no magic soldiers or civilians living on these three floors, and there is no so-called city.
Only the demon soldiers are stationed, and all the space teleportation arrays are also controlled by the demon soldiers.
If we want to enter the central yang area, we have to fly."
Han Shuang introduced from the side.
Han Ming nodded slightly, thinking that this trip might be delayed.
The group of people did not dare to delay and immediately set off eastward.
After flying for less than a day, I saw a large group of flying magic soldiers patrolling in the sky.
Han Ming frowned, and the three of them landed quickly.
At this time, Xiaojian had been put into Han Ming's cloth pocket. This little guy was a talker, and he talked endlessly.
Han Ming didn't let him talk, and Xiaojian felt bored, so he simply put it in his pocket and fell asleep.
"What's going on? In this fringe area, the defense should not be so tight.
Where are you, why is there a patrol of flying magic soldiers appearing?"
After all, Han Shuang was an official who used to be in charge of the entrance to the second floor, and he had some understanding of the defense system on the third floor.
The situation in front of me is obviously not normal.
"What should I do?" Han Shuang asked.
Han Ming pondered for a while: "Wait and see, when they pass, we can continue on our way.
We are still too far away from the central yang position, so it is best not to let the enemy discover our whereabouts so early."